Night's Repulsive Murmurs

In the shadows of the spooky evening,

Where the moon conceals its silver light.

A chilling story starts to unfurl,

Of secrets dull and stories untold.

Murmurs wait in the spooky air,

Sending shudders all over the place.

Phantoms dance in the pale moon's shine,

Stories of fear begin to develop.

Squeaking entryways and floors that moan,

In the spooky place, dread has developed.

Shadows play deceives, a spooky emulate,

In this spooky space, in a tough spot.

Eyes wide with dread, hearts dashing quick,

In the murkiness, a spell is projected.

Fiends and trolls wake up,

In the chilling evening, they flourish.

A far-off cry, a banshee's cry,

Under the spooky sky.

Unfortunate strides on a cobbled road,

It is a dreadful story, both unpleasant and sweet.

Be that as it may, recollect, it's simply a story,

In the first part of the day light, fortitude wins.

For in the domain of the creepy legend,

The most intrepid hearts will constantly take off.